Don't throw your food away! I learned it hard way!

Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread...

When I was little kid, my country was in very difficult situation.

After the war people didn't have any job, any money and many of them didn't even have a place to live. I remember some kids that I was playing with, they wore torn, old clothes and too small shoes. It was too big difference between rich and poor and those who were in the middle were very lucky. My father started his own business, so we were that lucky.
My dad was really sensitive about poverty and did a lot for charity. Always when I wanted to go out to play, he would make me a large sandwich and told me to offer a piece to my friends because he knew who were kids that I was playing with.

Dad was very mad about throwing the food or leftovers in garbage. In our home, we had to eat all, and not to waste or throw anything. Once, when I was 11, I protested. I said that I ate enough and that I can't eat anymore. Dad reminded me on me on a piece of bread that I took but decided to leave there. I refused to eat it and that made my dad very angry... so I ate it after all.

After many years I found myself in a pretty fucked up situation.

Dad died because of cancer. We spent all our money trying to find a cure for him, but that wasn't meant to be. I went to college in other city and my mom had her little business. She couldn't provide much for me, my sister went to high school and we had a real financial troubles and debts. I wanted to stay on college so I had to work on some really shitty places and I was hungry a lot of times. Really hungry. And the image how my dad forced me to eat that piece of bread appeared in my mind many times.

I promised to myself that when I finish my college I will never be hungry again and I will never throw any leftovers.

Time was passing and my mom reconciled with my grandma. They joined forces in tourist business and things started to get better again. My mom expanded her business and employed my sister. I finished the college, came back home and started to work immediately. That wasn't the end of my troubles, an auto-immune disease forced me to not work for some time and to change few jobs.

Life is all about fighting, it never stops.

Now I am somewhere I like to be.

I have wife, a daughter, a good job and a place to live. Better car would be nice, but I am happy with all together. I will try to learn my kid real values of life and I will try to stay on this planet as long as I can only to prevent her to learn this the hard way! Thank you!